I'm an "old guy." Much of my coming out had to do with sex rather than lifestyle, but now lifestyle has just about caught up. I may be bi or gay or whatever, as if I even care. As the saying goes, where the dick leads, the heart will follow. Or something like that! After many years of hiding in the straight world, including two marriages, I have evolved, and even the notion of falling in love with a man is now a possibility.
This is not a story about my "first times," which were, in fact, awkward and unfulfilling. The following true story happened when I was in my early forties. It is about my first experiences that were electrifying and amazing and about the wonderful man who fulfilled me and helped me cross that threshold from fantasy to reality!
Alex was big. I read his advert online and worked up the nerve to ask for a sex date at his house. He was a mature man with experience, and I became a willing and lucky student. He had a big, blunt, powerful body. He was a corporate guy, but I always fantasized about him as my dock worker, rough trade, a hot, powerful top stud and a bit scary! And scary added spice!
Alex was the first gay man I met who truly enjoyed sex. Good sex has to do with imagination, trust, and openness. The burden of anxiety and fears can make men impotent! Not Alex! He was erotic and sexual. He enjoyed kissing and foreplay and different positions. He had big hands and muscular arms. He had beautiful sandy colored chest hair I loved to rub my face in and a thick brown garland of pubic hair. He had broad shoulders and chest and a round belly, and his body tapered down a wide smooth back to wide, imposing muscular hips, a wonderful compact ass, and wrestler's thighs. He was the embodiment of a sexy top bear!
Our first meeting set the tone for the get-togethers that followed. He let me into his apartment, and we would spend several minutes hugging and kissing. He'd stroke my back and squeeze my ass, and I would slide my hand over his back and chest and belly, and down to feel his cock through his jeans. Then he'd say "I have to take you upstairs," and take me he did, upstairs!
He'd sit on the stuffed chair at the foot of his bed and take off his shirt. We'd kiss, and I would caress his beautiful muscular torso and tongue and kiss and suck his beautiful round stomach, and neck and shoulders, and his armpits and nipples. I'd lightly rub his hardening cock through his jeans. He would unbutton and open his jeans, allowing his big hard cock to spring up and into my mouth. He had a beautiful eight-inch and proportionately thick cock and big balls. I couldn't take him all in mouth, but that didn't stop me from trying! A taste of his precum gave me a low-down tickle in my belly.